Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.